Fiction - F.Y.V.M. lyrics

God Damn God Damn God Damn [Verse 1: Fiction] Lately I been like, "f** it, I'm jaded" Trying to break free, but I'm stuck in the matrix I hate it, my whole life shoved and degraded Trying to be your favorite, give you nothing but greatness Going nothing but ape sh**, to prove to you That I'm super cool, see the dude's a fool I care too damn much, all you two faced f**s Pushed me too damn far, now I'm-a lose my cool Come and shoot the school, have you swimming with the fishes Put a hole in your soul just to win it, I'm-a get it I'm a ba*tard, I know, I ain't afraid to admit it Life bent out of shape, now I'm twisted (twisted) I'm a dog, if you kick me, get bit quickly Swiftly, how I rip these shifty Mother f**ers acting like they're friends of me But from here you be looking like the enemy I can tell by the vibes you send to me I can feel all your off set energy I can tell that you wanna see the end of me You ain't a friend, home boy, don't pretend to be I know fam, you ain't close to that I expose the crap of your bogus act It's Fiction, baby, but I know the facts You only stick around so you can hold me back! [Hook: Fiction] So f** you very much You can s** two hairy nuts I got no love for a b**h like you Got no love for a b**h like you So f** you very much You can s** two hairy nuts I got no love for a b**h like you I got no love, I got no love [Verse 2: Joey Splinter] co*k hairy but my balls shaved, so You could s** on these all day, no Wouldn't give you the satisfaction Of having two Joes in your Adam's apple You could put that on your tabernacle Knock your temple like Henderson Why the f** would I battle rap you Unless we're throwing up Benjamins Been blessed been stressed been all that Laughed at joked at been called wack Muh' f**as want me to go crazy Might Run up in they crib wearing all black Nah rather run up on your main chick The face ain't sh** but the brain sick Everybody want what they can't get And that's why you wanna be famous? That's why you wanna be all in my business Pushing my digits, 'cause you know your homie been f**ing with the wicked Got no love for a hatin' a** bigot This my name imma step on you 'Til I snap that lil a** neck on you It is what it is and it do what it do Open ya mouf and s** on a few [Hook: Joey Splinter] Aye aye aye f** you very much You could s** 2 shaved nuts Got no love for a b**h like you Got no love for a ho like you Na Na Na (X2) [Verse 3: Joey Splinter] His are hairy and mine are shaved Gotta use that razor blade You know that I don't ever play When the freestyle genius made everything that I do People wanna know why I sing in a few I ain't gonna do no chorus Up in the forest Yes I'll bang with you Bang in the jungle Coming for the hustle Mother f**ers really wanna get that muscle You want the duffel, in that bag But the weed ain't coming through unless you pay me first But like I ain't selling d** But I will smoke it